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In eleven days, my husband will be home for the last time. In twelve days, the movers will come and pack up the moving truck and take our stuff across the country to Florida. In thirteen days, my husband will fly back to Orlando, and I’ll drive to Tyler to pick up Camille. I will walk out of my house for the last time. I will cross the Texas state line, and I’ll probably cry. In thirteen days, I will be leaving my life behind. I will be leaving my friends, and my family. I will be leaving thirty-two years of roots. But.

In fourteen days, we will be in our new house. We will be in our new state, in our new city. In fourteen days, I will begin to make new friends, and new connections. Most importantly, in fourteen days, there will be an end to this horrible separation. I will be with my husband, and we will be able to concentrate on beginning our new life. In the meantime, there is still some packing to do, and friends to see.

So for the next eleven days, I’m going to concentrate on spending time with the people who I won’t get to see as often. I’m going to be grateful that I have a support system that transcends distance. I’m going to count each and every one of my blessings. And I have a feeling that the next eleven days are going to fly by.